Slow And Fast Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Slow And Fast

Slow and fast
Was he
But in relativity
He too was trapped.

Who is not trapped in the Relative?

What is not trapped in the Relative?

Dark clouds turned reddish-flushed.

Started the fall of night-dews
As the Moon blew the Whistle.

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